Scott could see that Milton and the others’ attitude of not giving face made Mr. Graves a little annoyed.
But the gentleman still maintained his superficial warmth after all.
“That’s good, anyway, summer vacation is coming soon.” He said to Milton, “Then let’s talk after you go home for vacation.”
“Okay, father.” Milton still answered politely.
Mr. Graves said a little embarrassedly: “Then… we will go back first.”
Milton nodded, “Goodbye father, goodbye ma’am.”
Mr. Graves glanced at him, took Mrs. Zabini’s arm and turned away.
Scott heard him say to Mrs. Zabini in a slightly flattering tone: “Dear, don’t we go to see Blaise’s child?”
“No, the child doesn’t like to be disturbed.” Mrs. Zabini said.
The two walked away until their backs disappeared from the eyes of several people.
Milton still stood there in a daze.
Behind him, Eddie and Roger desperately winked at Scott, asking him to talk to Milton.
Scott glanced at them unhappily, and walked up to Milton and patted him on the back.
“Let’s go.”
He put his arm around Milton’s shoulders and walked forward.
“Everyone is hungry, let’s go have a big meal!”
Milton was led forward several steps by him before he came to his senses.
“Okay, I’m hungry too.” He said with a smile.
Then he broke free from Scott’s hand.
“Thank you for just now.”
He glanced at Scott and combed his soft, shiny and smooth brown hair.
“But don’t get too close to me, I don’t like close contact with anyone.”
Scott was completely choked by his words, and Roger and Eddie laughed beside him.
Because the exam was over, the school had no classes scheduled in the afternoon.
After lunch, Scott walked alone to the edge of the forbidden forest and sat down against a big tree.
Not long after, Rimbaud landed in front of him from the sky.
“Good afternoon, Scott.” It greeted Scott excitedly.
“Hello, Rimbaud.”
Scott took out his wand and set up a soundproof spell around him.
“I’ve done it!”
Rampo jumped onto Scott’s lap, asking for praise.
“Travers is dead!”
“Thank you, Rampo.”
Scott smiled.
He would not hesitate to kill a notorious Death Eater.
Or, to put it another way, Scott would have no psychological burden to kill anyone who wanted him dead.
Why did the Yaxley family attack Scott?
It was because Travers offered them conditions that moved their hearts.
He reached out and stroked the raven’s stiff feathers.
“No one found you?” he asked.
“Of course not.” Rampo said proudly, “I flew over with a group of crows.”
It told Scott what happened.
Because its language expression ability is limited after all, it spoke haltingly, but fortunately Scott could understand what it meant.
Since Rampo was called the King of the Forbidden Forest Crows, the crows it led had a piece of territory in the Forbidden Forest.
Even Scott didn’t know where it was.
Of course, he deliberately didn’t want to know.
After Rimbaud had his own territory, Scott gave it some sensitive things and hid them.
For example, viruses, such as poisons.
The notorious ricin was used to kill Travers this time.
This toxin is often used as a toxic warfare weapon by international spies and terrorists to carry out assassination and sabotage activities.
The ricin in Scott’s hand was left to him by Michael before he left England.
Of course, he didn’t know where Michael got it from.
This powerful toxin has a lethal dose of about 7mg for humans.
After being poisoned for several hours, people will become shocked and drowsy, and finally die of circulatory failure.
Considering that wizards have much stronger vitality than Muggles, Scott prepared far more than 7mg of ricin for Travers.
Rimbaud’s process of killing Travers was also very simple.
Azkaban is located on an isolated island in the North Sea, where terrible creatures like Dementors are everywhere.
Although the Ministry of Magic has also arranged several wizards to guard there, the wizards are all on the periphery and will not approach the Dementors’ territory.
And Dementors will not attack animals.
There were many prisoners who died suddenly and were thrown into the wilderness on that island, so there were scavengers such as crows.
So there was no obstacle for Rimbaud to enter Azkaban with other crows.
All it had to do was fly into the prison and find Travers.
Then it injected him with ricin with a syringe while he was sleeping, waited until Travers was confirmed dead, and left, throwing the syringe into the sea.
After listening to Rimbaud’s story, Scott felt that the operation was still very smooth.
The last member of the Travers family had died.
Next, it was just waiting for things to ferment.
Once this news came, the Travers family, which had a large amount of property, would be eaten by hyenas.
And the Yaxley family, the family that planned to kill Scott, would be very unwilling to see the property that was about to be obtained change.
Thinking of this, Scott laughed.
Driven by unwillingness, the Yaxley family would definitely compete with other pure-blood families.
And as long as there is competition, there will be conflicts.
What if a member of the Yaxley family died for no reason when the conflict was at its most intense?
Then everyone would think that it was the other families who took action.
In order to compete for the property of the Travers family.
Scott smiled again and took off the silver snake necklace wrapped around his hand.
Then, he took out a small glass bottle filled with mercury from the deformed lizard pocket on his waist and soaked the snake necklace in mercury.
“Take this away.”
He closed the glass bottle tightly and handed it to Rambo.
“Take it to your territory, bury it in the ground, and take it out and give it to me after three days.”
“What is this?”
Rambo grabbed the glass bottle with his claws and tilted his head.
“An untraceable portkey.” Scott answered.
Rambo tilted his head to the other side again, “Portkey?”
Scott explained: “After three days, it will record the burial location. No matter where I am in the future, I can instantly reach the place it records through the portkey.”
“Really? Great!” Rambo grabbed the glass bottle tightly.
“I’ve always invited you to visit me, but you never went.” It flapped its wings and flew away.
“I deliberately didn’t keep your territory in mind,” Scott said, “that will be my safe house in the future.”
“Well, I’ll find a good place to bury the bottle as soon as possible!” Rimbaud shouted, and flew directly into the forbidden forest.
“Wait.”
Scott shouted, but due to the existence of the spell, Rimbaud didn’t hear his voice and flew away.
He was a little helpless.
He also wanted Rimbaud to tell the crows to find out who would be interested in the Travers family’s property for him.
Forget it.
It’s still not too late in three days.
Or rather, the timing will be just right then.
Scott stood up, cleared the spell he had set up earlier, and walked towards the castle.
